So we met at Cafe Miramar at the top of the hill at Malao. Jim drove up the hill, rather than cycled, as he usually does. We had a cup of coffee and then moved about 3 kms up the road to Sitio das Eguas for the start. There were some whom we had not seen for a while, and there were others whom we will not see for a while as they are off to work.
The sky was bright, clear and blue.
John, Russell, Maria, Scott, Martin, Miriam, Ros, Frank M, Linda, Hazel, Alan, Sarah, Jim, Steve, Nancy, Yves and Bica. |
Still lots of water at the bottom, and Yves was desperate to show his prowess and skipping stones over the surface. His best effort was zero.
I do not know how he thought that he could throw the stone and then get down on his knees to take a photo before it sank.
But when you cross the water, then as day follows night, uphill follows water.
Some shouted "halleluiah" at the top |
Others barely made it. |
Even Bica found it hard, despite his swim before the start of the hill. |
But as it always does, it leveled out and we all got together and wandered on.
Lunch was back at Cafe Miramar. Where some had coffee and others had beer.
Hazel collected the banana skins and was telling John that he would have to carry them to the end, when she suddenly saw that her car was sitting just in front of her. She deposited them in her boot.
Most were having a rest or chatting at lunch, but Frank was just fascinated by his boot, which seemed to have collected half the grass on the walk, both stuck in his socks and boots. |
As we passed the cafe with the view that never opened and is now up for sale, "Bruce" came out to see us.
He took one look at this group of young athletes and said to himself: "I think that I will lie here and wait for dinner".
As we walked past, the Ent from Middle Earth in Lord of the Rings woke up and tried to decide if it would follow. It did not. |
And some were at the front, and some were at the back.
And in the battle for supremacy of the cameramen, Alan took a photo of John taking a photo of Alan.
I do not know where Yves was hiding.
And we need to improve out social distancing. |
I feel hot just reading that...well done to all!
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